John Hope Franklin Quotes

Into the woods you go again You have to every now and then Into the woods, no telling when Be ready for the journey Into the woods, each time you go There's more to learn of what you know.

I now walk into the wild.

Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass!

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

When I travel, I feel more like a nomad than a tourist.

I love books about treks and journeys into the unknown.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

So it allows me to travel, I'll be doing that and running these great rivers and doing what I've done in the past without much purpose other than for the experience.

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.

I like being outside and seeing a lot of new things.

The heart has a yearning for the unknown, a longing to penetrate the deep shadow and the winding glade, where, as it seems, no human foot has been.

Just to travel is rather boring, but to travel with a purpose is educational and exciting.

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

To go around the world, to talk to almost anybody you want to talk to, to have enough time on the air, so that you could really tell a full story. What a voyage of discovery it was.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

Travel is a lot like love.

Spontaneity is what travel is all about.

I love traveling. I've been doing it since I was 16.

When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.

If you want to know the world, sometimes you have to get out and roll around.